http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rockape The original writings of author Rockape en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776098065 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It happens every time I sitand try to tie my shoes,both my feet just disappearit sure gives me the blues.I’m sure my stomach isn’t large,it isn’t out of range,perhaps my feet are shrinking!Now, wouldn’t that be strange?And since she left I wash my clothesin water that’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockape/1193078/ A blank verse iambic pentameter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockape/1193069/ Stealthily, slowly and silently, slipping throughundergrowth, overhead overweight branches grew.Dark and the mistiness masking its timelessnesstirelessly tracking its intended prey.Waiting, inflating its hood but so patiently,scenting its solitary source of success. Which wassuspecting nothing, the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockape/1193060/ Fun with anapests http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockape/1193058/ Norse mythology http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockape/1193042/ These Spanish plains in Summer diebeneath a cloudless, cobalt sky,are nestled by the mountains feetwhere valley floor and foothills meet,beside great rivers all run dry.While peasant farmers toil and try,to eke a living, wonder whyGod’s plan for them is so discreet.These Spanish plains.But Sun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockape/1193036/ Way back in early May I spied a lady on the beach,I winked and tipped my hat to her, but she seemed out of reach.An i-pod on, dark glasses on, a book held in her handand fifty other people lying twixt us on the sand.I tried a smile (a gruesome leer) to bring her eye to minesucceeding only to attract.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockape/1193032/ Just some fun with alliteration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockape/1193031/ With weary soul and heavy heart he standsand reaches for his winter coat and hat,he fumbles with his arthritic handsto lock the door into his dingy flat.He trudges down the lamp lit street alonethe rain unnoticed soaked his ancient frame,his boots, so worn, flap on the paving stoneas if to underline.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockape/1193024/ My Mother said - they must be true,they taught me what, and not to do,those homilies were sound advice.She didn’t have to tell me twice.The saying, quip or odd refrainhas saved me from the Mark of Cain,and so I teach my kids in turnthose “Rules of Life” that they should learn.But w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockape/1193007/